16: Triggers – Part 2

"So, food?" There was a whole feast in the kitchen. In the corner were his covered paintings because the room he wanted to use for painting one floor down wasn't ready yet. And it was too personal for the workers to gawk at. Stiles he didn't mind though, and he knew the human was very curious and yet patient, never pushing for anything besides steering Derek towards his easel to start painting when he saw the signs of Derek's inability to handle a bad memory. It worked to paint it away, to put his feelings in the paintings since he couldn't talk about it yet.

"I think the men talk about us at home because the wives are sending dishes our way so often. Like they want to fatten us up." As if Derek would be complaining about it, those Mexican dishes were so good.

"Let them talk because it obviously results in some free homemade Mexican food for us! They are all great to us. I appreciate it a lot," Stiles chuckled, pulling a pair of his own sweatpants on too once he was dry enough. He protected his feet with a clean pair of socks and finished the dressing with one of Derek's sweaters which was of course a bit big on him, making him look cute and most of all, left his bite mark visible. He did a quick job with disinfecting it, but didn't bother with covering it up since it was healing already. The bleeding had stopped and although his skin was still red around the wound, the dents of Derek's fangs were slightly shimmering as if there was smoldering ember under Stiles' skin. He knew from experience that it was going to look like that until the wounds are fully closed then for a while Derek will be able to admire his newest mark on his mate.

"Definitely food! You made me hungry like a wolf! Rawr!" Stiles chuckled as he caught up with Derek in the kitchen, observing the menu on the table and counter. "God, these all look delicious! I think I'll try a little from everything," he hummed, stroking his mate's waist as he passed him to take out two plates for them to put the food on them before reheating it in the microwave.

He loved this. The natural ease with which they were now moving around each other. The peacefulness and feeling of belonging together that were left in them after another successful mating. The emissary couldn't stop grinning as he stole glimpses of his man while they were both loading their plates.

"Is this like date night on the first real night in our home?" he asked playfully and a bit more carefully than usual waltzed to the microwave before Derek could make him wait longer for the food. Which his grumbling stomach wanted. Badly. So punching a few buttons, he started it and hopped up on the kitchen counter, dangling his legs and fidgeting a bit to find a comfortable position with his a bit sensitive ass. As he looked at Derek, he knew the wolf knew that too.

Stiles dressed in the too big sweater, which was mostly in the waist and arms, made Derek happy. The alpha liked seeing his mate in his clothes, just as Stiles loved seeing Derek without clothes. "Kind of date night, we still have a daughter and beta waiting at your dad's place."

Surprisingly, Noah and Tyr got along well. The old sheriff had raised Stiles after all, and was used to having a hyperactive child around him. Because in many ways, the beta was but a child, needing to learn a lot of things. For now though, they had some time together without the 'kids'. Loading his plate with food, he walked over to the microwave too.

"I'd pull your pain but I know you usually enjoy still feeling the sex." The offer was still there though. He’d take away the pain without a problem, not wanting Stiles to feel the discomfort but he let the human decide how much of it he wanted to feel. It was a matter of trust between them, because Derek wasn't going to go around taking pain, it wasn't his right to assume it was wanted. Just as he didn't want Stiles to use magic to heal him without asking.

Derek got some utensils for them on the table before Stiles decided to start eating like a caveman with his hands, which Derek wouldn't blink at if the human did. "Save something for dessert, there's Tres Leches cake in the fridge. Like I said, they think we're too skinny."

"I'm not in pain. I just feel it intensely where your cock has been," Stiles lightly protested with a dirty grin. "I love that feeling, you know that," he said grabbing Derek's hand when he came closer to the counter again and pulled him between his open thighs, one hand sliding onto the naked waist, the other up to the wolf's nape to pull him in for a kiss.

There was a filthy grin in return when Stiles said that he felt intensely where Derek's cock had been, because yeah, he was proud of it. It had been all up inside of Stiles, deep and full and cored out a place there.

"Tres Leches is that triple milk sponge cake with whip cream and cinnamon on top, right?" Stiles asked against Derek's lips. "That's very yummy. But I doubt it'll fatten us up with the amount of exercise we do – sexual or otherwise. Not to mention all we have to eat because of the magic," he added.

Derek usually had a big appetite because he was a werewolf and Stiles has been like that ever since puberty had hit him with full force. He was a hyperactive man after all and using his magic daily took a lot out of him still, so yeah, he was usually at least munching on something to sustain his physical human body. He had to stay healthy for both of them.

The microwave chimed then went silent, signaling that his food was reheated, but – like each time after having sex with his mate – he was reluctant to let Derek go so he stole a few more short kisses before he did that and eventually hopped off the counter to take his plate to the table and wait for Derek to reheat his own food.

"We don't get fat, you don't have the built for it and my body isn't going to store fat, it has no use for it." It wasn't going to be a concern, sadly. Stiles ate more than two werewolves combined, he was always chewing on something. Though Derek had to admit he didn't mind seeing that mouth busy, it was stimulating.

Placing his plate in the microwave, he set the time and pressed start. Funny how a few minutes seemed to last forever simply because there was a timer right in front ticking the time away. And the smell of appetizing food when hungry also didn't make it go faster. Soundlessly sighing, the Hale leaned against the counter, so he could face Stiles who was watching him very closely instead of starting on his food. Raising his eyebrows he shifted, letting the pants drop a little lower to show off more skin.

"Otherwise Beth and Tyr will be fine with dad for a night. I think we should make the date night a regular thing in our schedule. I want to make sure we spend some quality alone time together regularly. Because our schedule tends to get quite hectic and full. It's good not just for maintaining our bonds but even more for us. I love spending time with you," Stiles told Derek the obvious with fork in one hand, his chin propped on the other as he sent his wolf a dreamy and love-filled look. Damn, Derek was easy on the eyes, especially with only those low-hanging sweatpants on his gorgeous body.

"I agree on making it regular because I want to spend time alone with you, but we haven't been spending a lot of time with Beth lately and the move is a big adjustment to her. So for the first few weeks I don't want to leave her alone too much. Tonight is fine, we haven't moved yet." The Hale knew it was good for her to be around others after spending so much time together and that a lot of parents would be so overwhelmed with being parents that the relationship suffered. Derek didn't want that for them. The microwave beeped loudly so he got his plate as well to join his mate at the table.

"Eat." Before it was cold again. He doubted reheating it a second time was going to make it any tastier. And that would be a waste of good food.

Damn... Yeah, Derek was a tease, because there was no way he shifted like that by accident. He knew well what his body could do to Stiles. Or for that matter a look or a simple move. Like this one. Groaning inwardly, Stiles forced himself to look away from his mate only when Beth was brought up and Derek joined him by the table.

"Yes, I know we have to spend more time with our daughter. We'll have to help her through the move and adjusting to the new place. We too have to get used to living here full time. Let a natural schedule and rhythm of living here form. She needs the stability of that kind to feel safe and relaxed too. It was also a good thing that we let her help design her room on IKEA's website. That way her own space will be more familiar to her and make the transition easier on her," Stiles nodded as he took a forkful of food into his mouth.

They were protective of the little girl, but it was for a very good reason, she had come into the world way too soon, had spent her first year in Hell with Derek so she had aged far too quickly when her birth date only made her one year old. She had been protected from Hell, mostly, but she had known that when the bad man came to get daddy, it meant her daddy got hurt. One of the many reasons why she was clinging to Derek. Then she was abandoned by her mother while living with Noah who was taking care of her and her dad. It was a miracle she was still so cute and innocent and they were determined to keep it that way.

"Damn, this is so good!" Stiles groaned, staring into his plate with nearly as much love as he did at Derek before.

Derek snorted in his food when Stiles was having a ‘foodgasm,’ the human's words, not his. Should he get jealous of the way the food was eyed? Because he was pretty sure Stiles was in love with his plate and it was offering serious competition. But in all fairness, it was really good food so he couldn't blame him. For a moment they both enjoyed their filled plates, a comfortable silence between them, which was shattered with a few sentences.

After Stiles made sure to stuff his mouth full of the tasty Mexican food and made sure to swallow quite a few mouthfuls of it, he looked up at Derek again and slowed down.

"There's also something else I wanted to talk to you about. There's something I've been keeping my eyes on at the station in the last week or so," Stiles said with a light frown. His work at the Sheriff station didn't demand him to be there every day, just two or three times a week, depending on their schedule and if there was a case that might require him as a detective/consultant. But Parrish made sure to keep his eyes open. "Jordan promised me to keep an eye on things for me and he said that there have been a few sightings of a big brown wolf in the preserve. And there are a few new faces in town too. What's interesting is that I've had a couple of dreams of a big brown werewolf recently. An alpha, to be exact," Stiles' frown deepened. "At first I waved it off as a dream, but I'm not sure anymore because I have the feeling that something's brewing in the background. There were a few times when I felt as if I was being watched. Have you noticed anything out of place? A new scent perhaps? Dunno. It might be nothing, but sometimes my Spidey-senses are tingling."

Derek stopped chewing while frowning. "No, I haven't noticed anything." The runs in the preserve weren't as often as before and he briefly considered if he had neglected some of his tasks. So busy with the loft and their family that he hadn't even noticed an alpha in his territory. But then Derek realized that he had been on runs and there hadn't been a new scent. "Which means if there's a new alpha here, they know how to hide their scent." And what was worse, this new alpha was sniffing out his mate, watching him.

The alpha pack was gone, and he hoped there wasn't going to be a repeat of that. "We should investigate."

"That's what kinda worries me. You not picking up on any new scents. Which, if there really is a new alpha in town, takes a lot of skill and power to mask," Stiles frowned, pushing the food around on his plate for a few moments while he was thinking. "So yeah, we should look into it. Ask Parrish to stay more on alert and let us know if there are new sightings. Better safe than sorry..." Stiles nodded to Derek's suggestion about investigating the rumors. If they are lucky, those will stay just rumors. But knowing their luck and what Stiles' senses and dreams were telling him, that wasn't going to be the case.

"I wonder if these dreams... if they might be glimpses into the future? Warnings?" he hummed. "I've read about some emissaries being able to predict or at least sense future happenings. Or seeing warning omens. I won't make the mistake of looking over these dreams," he added. Because if they were true, they could have an advantage in the meaning that they could be somewhat prepared and not that surprised if the new player in town showed themselves.

"God, I hope it's not another alpha pack..." Stiles huffed with a grimace. His appetite kinda gone from that thought because that'd be very bad news. The last alpha pack had caused so many problems and pain. It had cost them Erica and Boyd and so much grief and self-blame for Derek. Not to mention Jennifer and that bag of worms it brought with. Neither of them wanted a repeat of that. And this was going to be all because of Stiles. He couldn't have more deaths on his conscience than there already were.

Takes a lot of power and skill for sure to mask scents but it's not unheard of, especially not with Alphas. Derek could mask his heartbeat if he used his speed to attack but it wasn't the same, he was still too young, too new at being alpha again and he had to learn it himself. No, what worried him was the fact that this alpha was able to be a wolf, which meant they weren't from around here where only a few of the Hales had been able to do that, and it meant the alpha was very powerful. It angered him that they had been watching Stiles, of course drawn by the magic and knowing he was mated, it was hard not to with Derek's scent clinging to the human.

"I don't know much about predictive dreams, only that they aren't as cut and dry as you'd want them to be. There are many ways to interpret dreams, symbolism, memories... We never dream about strangers, they always have the face of somebody we know or have seen. It's complicated." Something for Stiles to research, which he probably loved, digging into the web and books, pestering Deaton. Stiles' big board for clues was in his new office at the station, but maybe he'd want another one here.

"We should check the vaults and move some of the books out of there."

Not now though, not when they were watched. Derek didn't want to lead anybody to the vault, they wouldn't get in but they might get ideas to use a Hale to get in. Most likely Derek because he was the one Hale left in Beacon Hills. He was toying with his food at this point too, the alpha pack had taken so much from them and it wasn't unlikely.

"We destroyed the alpha pack, but it's possible another was formed since their original purpose was to test new alphas. It wouldn't make any sense for them to get back here, though." Too many questions left unanswered, too little information for them to go on.

"I will patrol more often, that's all we can do for now."

Stiles reached over the table to place a hand on Derek's wrist as comfort and a grounding gesture. He could feel and see the sudden tension and anger in his mate. Way to ruin a nice dinner... But at some point he had to bring this thing up too. Stiles has been a bit concerned about those dreams and Parrish's report and the feeling of being watched too.

"It's okay. You do that and I'll place more protective wards around this place and the house too to make sure we're safe," the emissary nodded reassuringly. And now he was more in that role than a mate's. "I've already read quite a bit about dreams in the past too. When I was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me and had those blank spots in my memories because of the Nogitsune. And after that while dealing with the aftermath and night terrors and nightmares. I had already mentioned lucid dreaming to you before. That's when I dived deeper into the topic. Some of the books touched upon predictive dreaming and symbolism in dreams too. Intuition and instincts are important parts of these things as well. How you feel about the dreams – especially if they are recurring ones, like mine about this brown wolf. I had dreams with it three times already. The first a few weeks ago. And I know it's the same wolf, not just random brown wolves. The feeling I have during and about the dreams is... to be cautious. I don't feel imminent threat or death or something like that. My instincts tell me to be cautious," Stiles explained.

It has been a long road for Stiles who was an intelligent and intellectual being to learn how to listen to his instincts more. To not let logic overwrite the genetically encoded feelings of survival instincts, which can be seen as that ‘gut feeling’ people often talked about. But he saw clearer now and wasn't going to ignore these feelings, no matter who said what about them. His instincts have always been sharp and worked best when he could combine those with his fast thinking. He could thank them for staying alive during countless occasions.

The Hale wasn't skeptical about predictive dreaming, because sure that was possible but the idea of Stiles having those was an unsettling one. With the strong magic, and now dreams telling the future, his mate was getting far too powerful. With that kind of power comes a lot of responsibility and consequences. There was a tattoo to prevent bodily possession but there were other ways for it and this brown wolf was only going to be the start of it. Not to mention the fact that changing the outcomes of futures came with its own problems. It made Derek quiet, unsure of how to handle all of it. It needed some getting used to, and his job didn't change. His job was to keep the Spark safe.

The dream maybe counted the wolf as not an immediate threat but Derek wasn't going to count on that. Any wolf hiding themselves and watching the Spark without contacting the resident alpha meant that they had ill-intent, that they had something to hide. Maybe it was his distrust, maybe it wasn't fair but Derek had trusted the wrong people and it had only gotten others killed. That wasn't going to happen with Stiles.

"So yes,” Stiles spoke up again “we'll keep our eyes open and do some preparations. I'll also look into this a bit more with Parrish. The three of us could even team up to investigate a little further if you want. Though I doubt that if the wolf is real it's going to stay hidden for long."

"Jordan keeping an eye out is fine but let's not get him too involved, if we don't have to." Jordan being a hellhound made him a good ally to have, and Derek wasn't above asking him for help but he also didn't want to drag him into a situation like this. It was possible it was only one alpha, and maybe one they could handle. Then again, he preferred Parrish over the older Stilinski if they had to get a uniform into it. But they didn't have much to go on, besides the sightings of a big brown wolf and Stiles' dream.

"They have to be real, and there are no wolves here, no actual wolves. And they're watching you so it's clear they're not here for Tyr or me." That was the one thing he disliked the most, that the wolf was after Stiles.

"Okay, I agree. We involve Parrish just as much as we have to. For now," Stiles finally nodded and ate a little more, thinking while chewing. He pulled his hand back from Derek's even if he could still feel the uneasiness in his mate. No wonder there, though. Stiles would be like that and worry too if it was the other way around. If Derek was being stalked by another alpha for some reason. Stiles didn't like to be in the spotlight like that. The concept of being alluring to other alphas... for them to want him for some reason... well that wasn't such a new one. The emissary book did talk about alphas going after or waging pack wars for powerful emissaries. Especially when the emissary was a Spark which could make them (and their pack) very powerful. In a Spark's case it was documented that sometimes it didn't even matter if they were already mated or not.

Stiles definitely didn't want to be 'the big prize' because of what he was. That thought didn't sit well with him at all. They had enough on their plate already. He didn't want to add the stress of needing to keep his mate safe from being snatched away to Derek’s problems too. Stiles was lucky for having a sane mate in the first place with what Derek had to endure in Hell and its aftermath. He didn't want to be cause for more stress on his wolf's already fragile mind. Though... Stiles understood that this might be out of his control too...

"And if they... or this wolf shows itself, we'll deal with it. I'm not defenseless anymore either," he reminded Derek. Which was an understatement by now. That outburst was weeks ago. Since then Stiles' powers have grown stronger so no one knows what might happen if his anger was triggered.

"It's the only reason why I'm not demanding to be everywhere you are." And it would be a lie if Derek said he hadn't considered it, because that was his first instinct. To ban Stiles from going anywhere alone at all times until they knew for sure what the alpha wanted. It was something he would prefer since it gave Derek a peace of mind. At the cost of Stiles feeling like Derek didn't take him serious, when it wasn't even about that at all. Stiles had been capable to defend himself as human too, when there barely was any magic at all. Derek wanted to protect him from having to hurt others, because it would leave an impact. Like it had done with the kid Stiles was forced to kill in self-defense, whose face still haunted Stiles’ dreams even now. It changes a person when they are forced to kill, and Derek was used to having blood on his hands.

The plate of food wasn't that appealing anymore but he knew if he didn't eat, Stiles wouldn't either and that wasn't going to happen. So he forced himself to keep on taking bites, even though that feeling of eating ashes has returned. First warning of being triggered and the Hale knew that. Therapy had at least taught him to recognize the signs, and that basic things like eating and sleeping were important to not fall into a deeper hole of misery.

Sadly it was exactly the train of thoughts Stiles was having, that putting stress on the older man's mind would make its fragile state worse, which was kind of what was already happening.

"But I want you to call me the moment you don't feel safe anymore. Or call Jordan when you're at work. And if you have to use your magic and you need more, then don't ask me first, take whatever you need. Our connection is strong enough to take it without touch." It was the balancing that required touch and ritual, not Derek offering energy to his mate, he could even trigger that himself now.

Stiles glimpsed up at Derek from those words and paused in shoveling food into his mouth, knowing that the other man would make a comment on it if he didn't eat it. "I promise," he nodded then frowned lightly, sensing some tremors going through their bonds. He knew those tremors. They were the first signs of Derek being triggered.

"Hey..." Stiles got up to walk around the table and sit sideways on Derek's lap, squeezing his shoulder then turning his face towards him. "I promise, okay. And I'll be fine. We'll be fine. I'll make sure of it. We cannot live in constant fear. We just have to be a bit more careful than usual," Stiles said on a soothing voice, gently caressing the wolf's face.

It was true. Stiles wasn't going to succumb to fear. He refused to let it lead their lives. They are building a good life and he was protective over that. If someone wants to mess with that, they'll have to suffer the consequences.

"Anyone who tries to fuck with us will get their asses handed to them," he smiled, putting his other arm around Derek so he could lean with his side against the warm werewolf. "We are strong and we have each other," he added. Maybe he should start working on his offensive spells more with Deaton. They had touched upon those but mostly in theory since they'd need some place to practice at. Somewhere spacious and protected. Preferably in the woods. The other reason for not diving deeper into that was because Stiles' control over his growing magic was still a bit unstable and they had to approach this aspect of his training carefully and with a lot of preparations to make sure no one and nothing got hurt.

Stiles was supposed to eat, but Derek had to admit that having his lap full of mate helped distract him from darker thoughts. It wasn't exactly fear he lived on, but there was that constant hyper vigilance, being aware there was danger lurking in every corner, aware of how life worked for them. There was never time to breathe and let his guard down because each time there was even the thought of it, something would happen. This brown wolf was only proof of that.

"It's okay to be confident, but being too confident gets us hurt or killed." The fact that Stiles said he would make sure of them being fine wasn't what he wanted to hear either because that was supposed to be his job. The human was always so quick to rush into danger, to handle it, as if he was invincible. Funny how the one thing he does himself annoys Derek in his partner. And he hated that he realized that because it meant he had to be reasonable enough about it and not be a hypocrite. He couldn't get mad at Stiles for it when he was guilty of it and knowing it. Very annoying realization. Evolving sucked at times. "I know we'll be fine eventually, I dislike the road leading up to that fine."

An alpha threatening him? Sure, no problem, same old. An alpha threatening Stiles? Yes okay, that was still same old but very different now that the younger man was his. With a sigh, since he couldn't argue with anything his pair had said, he pressed his face against his mate's neck to inhale his scent. "You're mine, finally. And just as we got engaged, there's trouble brewing. I don't like it."

They haven't even officially moved into the loft. Part of Derek didn't want to wait until the alpha was done playing games, part of him wanted to rush out there and not stop looking until he found him, because his instinct told him to. And that was not helpful to turn into this territorial caveman.

"I don't like it either but that's our life," Stiles chuckled shortly. "Besides, I'm not overconfident, I won't ever underestimate a possible enemy. I had learned that lesson a long time ago," he reassured Derek then gently pecked his lips. "Alright, my big bad, how about we put these worries to rest until tomorrow and continue dinner? Ready for that yummy cake yet?" he smiled, caressing down from Derek's face to his shoulder and stealing a few more pecks in an attempt to cheer his mate up a bit.

"We wouldn't want it to go to waste," he added, lightly fidgeting on the alpha's lap with ulterior motives. "Not to mention that... you promised me some bending over after a shared bath," he grinned dirtily. "I am yours, yes. You made that very clear..." here he stroked his slender fingers along the already closed but very much visible bite mark in the crook of his neck which was left uncovered by the loose neck of the too big sweater, the move drawing Derek's attention to said mark. Stiles knew how Derek loved his marks on his body the same way he did. "I'll have to make sure you know that you are just as mine."

And with that he sealed the werewolf's lips with his own, pushing his tongue past them to taste the spices of the food and underneath Derek with that move. Hoping that he could distract his mate both from the triggered feelings and the worries in him. Maybe he should've brought up the lurking wolf thing in the morning. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let it ruin their 'date night'.

Derek was the kind of man to want to solve a problem right away so it took a moment for him to get back with the program Stiles had in mind. Not even that tempting fingering of his mark made him very tempted to get back to where they were going. His brain needed a moment to go from accepting the fact that there was a threat out there and not doing anything about it right now to food and sex. It was something he envied in Stiles, that quick way the brain could switch while he himself was ready to latch into a long session of brooding and stalking the preserve for hours. Of course deep down he knew it wasn't something helpful either, but it was so ingrained into who he was.

Of course, in the end, his mate was too good to ignore. Stiles wouldn't let him when he decided to take the full on approach and kissed him, drawing him out of his head with actions instead of words. The best way for Derek. He got lost in the kiss, hands settled on his mate's waist to caress him under the too big sweater. It was also a good reminder that they needed to eat more with the way he could feel ribs under his fingertips, able to count them by running along them.

"We should eat now that it's still only a little bit warm." Maybe his interest was more with cake and Stiles but food was needed. So he moved the human off his lap pointedly before food wasn't going to be happening at all. Or bending over, or anything but the right here and right now. His body never failed to react to Stiles being so close, as if it had been trained to stand at attention. After not caring about sex much at all, it seemed to happily indulge now that it could.

"Okkkay, okay, fine..." Stiles sighed dramatically but instead of going back to the other side of the table, he simply leaned over it to pull his own plate and utensils over before sitting down on a chair next to Derek this time, pushing one leg against the wolf's. What was he thinking sitting opposite his man when it was so much nicer here?

He also understood from Derek's tone and look that not finishing his plate was not an option. Stiles had seen the looks Derek sometimes gave to his a bit slimmer body. But he WAS eating A LOT so no starving happening there. Even when he had no appetite, he forced food down to stay healthy and strong. It just seemed that the intense magical and physical training were burning through the calories faster than he could replenish them.

Stuffing his mouth full, he obeyed – yeah, sometimes he could be a good boy too – and hooked a leg over Derek's thigh in his half-turned position so he could keep his eyes on his mate and have the physical contact. A cheeky grin crossed the human's face when he noticed the definitely bigger bulge, but didn't comment on it. For now. Just kept eating while watching Derek watch him and the way his mouth moved around his fork or his tongue licked it and his own mouth.

This was more like it. It seemed Derek's mind was slowly getting on with the program again. Good, because the night was young and there were many rooms to 'christen'.

The looks thrown Derek's way were pointedly ignored because Stiles clearly still wasn't eating enough with the way he was shedding weight. Maybe he should make a habit of shoving food to the human as often as possible until he was eating all day long, maybe then he'd be able to retain some instead of only keeping the magic. Maybe they should look into the way they were eating, adding more fats and proteins and fibers into their daily intake, nuts and seeds? Yeah, he was determined to get this plan of fattening up his mate into motion.

The wolf focused on his own plate. It was mostly cold but it didn't diminish the tastiness and he didn't want to nuke it yet again. With a flinch, he sat a little straighter as a leg brushed against his erection but it wasn't pushed against him more, instead there was a cheeky grin and Derek rolled his eyes at the little shit. The human knew exactly what he was doing to the other man and reveled in it, exaggerating the way he wrapped his lips around his fork, licking the utensils, licking his lips. The longer it lasted, the less Derek ate as he was watching those glistening lips hungrily. How could he want food with that sitting right next to him? The erection didn't go soft, instead it firmed up to a full one.

Brusquely he shoved the leg off his own, his voice hoarse. "I'll get the cake for us." Anything to get a moment to adjust himself and breathe before he pounced on Stiles. There was no need to bother with plates, he got what was left of it and one fork after dipping his hand into his pants to sort himself and then washing them. Sliding the plate on the table, he forked a large piece and stuffed it into his own mouth with raised eyebrows. Somebody had been a bad boy...

Stiles could barely contain his dirty grins while watching Derek's discomfort caused by the quite obvious erection his little master plan was causing. Good, he still got it – even while eating. He just finished his plate when Derek shoved his leg off his thigh and got up with a pair of tenting sweatpants to go for the dessert. The sight was mouthwatering, back and front for sure...

And then.... Derek took the first bite. Okay, Stiles deserved that for being the 'bad boy', but when he tried to get some on his fork from the plate the cake was on, it was pulled away.

"Oh no, no, no.... You just said I should eat more. So give me some from that deliciousness!" and with that Stiles dropped his fork on the table, dragged the loose sweater over his head and faster than expected straddled his man, his bare fingers grabbing into the cake. He quickly stuffed a mouthful between his lips, chewing it with obscene sounds of pleasure just to mess with Derek some more.

Then he pulled out the big guns... shamelessly.

He smeared the remaining cake and whip cream down across his chest and stomach, even going as far as reaching under the hem of his own sweatpants to mess up the base of his rapidly hardening dick. Then he slightly leaned back against the table behind him, biting down on his sweet bottom lip.

"The dessert is tasty, isn't it?" he said, feeling a few milk drops from the sponge cake remains run down on his stomach too.

"How would you know? You barely even tasted it."

Of course Derek knew what he was supposed to be doing here, he was supposed to lick it off the tempting body but he was not playing along just yet. Let Stiles sit in his self-induced cake mess a little while longer as the wolf calmly reached around the human to get the plate closer, once again getting a forkful of the dessert, only this time he made the other eat it. "I did say you should eat more."

Stiles barely had time to chew that first bite before another one was shoved into his mouth, and another. Only then did Derek take another bite himself as if there wasn’t a treat right in front of him. He'll get to it soon enough, it's not like Stiles is going anywhere at the moment. Smirking, Derek added another bite to Stiles' too full mouth.

"I know you can swallow a big load."

Stiles nearly snorted and said something with his mouth full which sounded like 'Of course you know, it's your big load!'. A part of him was surprised that his aroused mate managed not to pounce on the offered up dessert and rather teased him back and fed him.

"Hey cowboy, slow down, give me time to breathe. Don't want to puke all this back. And here..." he held up his messy long index-finger. "Test it if I'm fat enough for you to eat..." he wiggled the slender finger, referencing the fairy tale with Hanzel and Gretel. The funny twist was that now the 'witch' was getting fattened up.

Now that the distraction was there, his other hand slid under his pants to free his erection and start to slowly stroke it, even wiping the tip across the sweet treat smeared across his stomach.

Stiles' impatience showed when he decided to once again drag Derek's attention to what he had done to his own body, as if it hadn't been hard enough to ignore what was presented for Derek. No, now Stiles had to show off his erection and even stroke it right in front of him, the scent of his arousal hanging heavily in the air. There was only so much self-control when bombarded with all that. The wolf was a lost cause when it came to his mate. And what was worse, the human was well aware of it… With a low growl, Derek took the offered finger in his mouth, sucking on it.

At this point food was forgotten, he wasn't hungry for that anymore. Derek slapped away Stiles' hand from his erection so he'd stop playing with himself, because that was his now, he had earned it. His hand didn't wrap around the hard shaft though, it was nestled in the cake mess as the wolf hollowed his cheeks, sucking on the digit. The scent of the cake was stronger as he leaned closer to his mate. He was about to lick all of that off but since he knew what his fellating was doing to the other, he kept it up to tease back.

"You're skinny, I don't know if I should eat you yet."

"Oh? Then perhaps I should eat you instead once you took care of this mess..." Stiles shot back, his cock throbbing from the memory of Derek's brief grip on him and the sucking on his finger too. "You have enough meat on you for the two of us," he chuckled, shamelessly eyeing the bulging muscles he loved so much.

And with that he carefully got up on his feet, leaving his cock in Derek’s grip and quickly pushed his sweatpants down, shaking it off his legs before hopping up on the table with his naked ass. A hand reached behind him to push the plates to the side so he could lean on his hands, shamelessly offering up his messy body.

"Unless you don't want to taste this skinny goodness. In that case I can jerk myself off and then take a shower on my own," Stiles shrugged with an evil little smile. He knew damn well that it wasn't going to happen, but he just couldn't stop teasing back Derek.

There was a noise of protest because Derek had muscles, not fat on his body and muscles weren't as tasty to eat, but he reminded himself it was a tease and it wasn't a fact at all. The protest was also because of Stiles moving away from him when he had been enjoying himself. Instead he had to carefully ease up on his grip so he wouldn't rip off anything important while Stiles moved to get rid of the last layer of clothing. They had been using this table for sex more than actual eating and their rigorous lovemaking was going to make even him losing weight if they kept this up.

"We have a bedroom to christen, but you're not going in there like this." Pushy little human, Derek grumbled to himself when there was an ultimatum shoved his way. Narrowing his eyes at Stiles, he got up slowly to loom over his mate, wordlessly letting his eyes trail up and down, devouring him with a look as he decided on where to start. One handful of cake and such a mess, it was a gift to be able to do that in ten seconds flat.

Breathing heavily, the Hale started at the chest where a few crumbs were, but more importantly, two perky nipples. Slotting his lips around the little nub, he caressed the bud with his tongue, flicking it against it to make it peak. Men always had harder nipples and they wouldn't soften like a female's but that didn't mean they weren't sensitive. Derek was more a nipple man than Stiles, they were sensitive for the werewolf but if he tried hard enough, worried them a little with his teeth, Stiles' would be sensitive too. Making them red and hard enough to cut glass. He moved on to lick some drying cream from the stomach, making the hairs shiny with his spit while he was at it.

Derek was now completely devoted to cleaning his mate and taking his well-earned time to do it.

Stiles' grin was dirty and very satisfied because Derek had finally given in to him and his teasing. He loved to push all the buttons to make the werewolf lose it and he did lose it every time – for both their pleasures. For a change, no clever retort left the exposed human's mouth. Only a few heavy sighs as his nipples were being played with. Each bite and tug and suckle sent jolts of lust into his erection which jumped a few times, smearing the first drops of pre-come against his already messy stomach.

Pale thighs circled and pulled the Hale closer while Stiles was watching Derek with half-hooded eyes, bow-shaped lips slightly open on a few moans before the bottom one was bitten down on. Another muffled moan was the reward for Derek's tongue finally finding its way down to his stomach, the muscles flexing, pale skin slightly coloring from the scratchy stubble brushing along it.

Oh god, how he loved his mate's mouth and tongue on him! Each touch and lick and kiss made it more difficult to think and his cock ache to be touched again. It was amazing how insatiable they were around each other. Like teenagers with raging hormones. Never getting enough of the other...

It wasn't easy to render Stiles silent but this was one of those moments where he would only sigh and moan, too much in it to think of words to utter. Even in his sleep Stiles'd move and babble so the silences were rare. Derek wasn't used to silences anymore, he was surrounded by chatty ones. Even Noah would talk but less than the others. Maybe they were all so used to Derek not being the talkative one that they read his expressions easily and accepted them as communication, never giving him any pressure. It was why he was able to deal with it all so easily. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy these kinds of silences, because he loved hearing those small sounds.

Cleaning away the cake, he made his way downwards eventually, to where there wasn't much of the dessert at all – there was a different kind of treat waiting there. Leaking copious amounts by then. He pulled the skin down to reveal the slick head, licking around it like it was a lollipop, and tonguing the slit to tease more of the fluid out. Briefly the green eyes flicked upwards to look at the flushed face, making sure he was being watched. Licking his sticky lips to wet them more, Derek took in the erection, going halfway down on it to wet it with his spit.

For a moment the licks and sucks were exchanged between kisses on the flat stomach, before he decided to take the erection all the way inside by relaxing his throat muscles.

And Derek was watched by Stiles for sure. He couldn't really take his eyes off his mate at all. How he cleaned everything away with his mouth and tongue. How he paid attention to his flushed cock, tasting it like it was a very rare delicacy. And then...

"Oh god!!" he cried out, one hand shooting out to take a fistful of the dark hair and keep Derek right there. "Swallow around it!" And with that Stiles took control over with ease, enjoying the swallowing before his hand pulled Derek's head back to let him breathe for a few seconds then gently made him start bobbing his head. "Yes! Just like that... suck me! God, Derek! Feels so good! Be a good boy and wet my cock nicely... Then I'll eat you out and fuck you well as a reward."

Yes, the words were back. Dirty, promising words to rile his mate up some more.

The moment Stiles was back to talking, it came with orders and it made Derek hum around the flesh with amusement before he swallowed as ordered, letting the younger man take over with ease. The fingers in his hair were guiding his movements and the filthy words set the mood right away. It was going to be one of those fucks where Stiles was going to top and dom. They had been easing into that kind of play ever since they had discovered by accident how much Derek enjoyed the role reversal of their ages. The ease of them switching roles was astounding to the alpha and arousing just how much Stiles understood him and explored him. Derek still wasn't the one initiating often, which had nothing to do with not wanting Stiles and his mate understood that.

He was perfect in his imperfectness.

Not wanting to ruin the scene by getting all soft and starry eyed, even though it probably showed in his eyes anyways, he focused on the next order. Letting his saliva slip from his lips to drip down on the hard length. His lips chased after it, sucking it back into his mouth when his head was pushed down and held there. With a gulp, Derek swallowed around the erection firmly lodged all the way into his throat. He loved being a good boy for Stiles, and giving head wasn't a punishment at all. Rimming and blowjobs were his favorite things to do when it came to sex.

Stiles' knuckles turned white around the edge of the table and he was sure he was pulling Derek's hair too a bit, but there was no protest. No protest at all. Derek was doing exactly what he demanded of him and it turned him on even more. Not to mention that soft look and the eagerness of the hot mouth.

God, he loved this man so much!

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